And now D'Angelo has been summoned to meet with his big bosses at the back room at Orlando's. Stringer says that they need D'Angelo to get in touch with the kid who "dimed on Omar's bitch. Can't recall his name." Just say Sterling! We don't know or like him! Or say Poot, he's kind of a dink! To his credit, D'Angelo plays dumb, but Stringer remembers that they paid Wallace. D'Angelo, narrowing his eyes, asks what they need Wallace for. "What's it to you?" spits Avon. "You ain't gotta worry about him," says D'Angelo confidently. "Say what?" murmurs Stringer, behind him. D'Angelo explains, "He's gone -- he's out the game." Yeah, that doesn't really make him any less troublesome. "'Out the game'?" Stringer asks sarcastically, because even he knows that Wallace couldn't make it back to high school. "Yo, the man asked you a simple question," says Avon impatiently. D'Angelo admirably keeps it together as he insists that he doesn't mean any disrespect, but that Wallace really is out of the game: "And even if he wasn't out the game, he wouldn't be no problem." Stringer leans forward, all velvet: "You know we just want to talk to him, Dee." Avon studies his nephew for a long moment, until D'Angelo finally asks, "Avon. Let the boy be." He stands: "Just let him be." Avon looks like he might actually be a tiny bit moved by this simple request as D'Angelo leaves without a word for Stringer.

On the other side of the door, D'Angelo exhales loudly, like he can't quite believe what he just had the stones to do. He walks slowly through the dressing room, and though he doesn't seem to notice Shardene sitting at the mirror, she certainly notices him, but looks like she wishes she hadn't. We watch her fussing anxiously with her hair for a while so that we can figure out that she's trying to hide her body mic, but just in case we didn't quite get it...

...we cut to Lester, in a van, wincing painfully at all the audio feedback Shardene's causing. "Honey, just leave the damn thing alone," he mutters. Elsewhere in the van, Herc and Sydnor are helping the operation by discussing their delicious chili dogs. Lester presses his headphones to his ears, but finally has to snap, "Will you Ivy Leaguers keep it down?" Hee. They shut up, and Lester is able to make out a conversation, concerning a potential drug sale, between Shardene's fellow stripper and one of Stringer's henchmen from the Pit. Presently, Avon opens the door to the back room, and Hench tells Strip to "hold that pose," and that he'll get her "some uncut." "Y'all niggas talk too damn much, man," scolds Avon as Hench goes in. Shardene, clearly terrified, watches the door close and ponders her mortality.